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 Tonga and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
Lower 48,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
This Heat,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.