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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
The Martian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.