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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
Average White Band,
Wire,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.