Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Afghanistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.