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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scratch Acid to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
Magazine,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
The Gories,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.