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 Georgia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cowsills 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
The Star Department,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aloha Tigers,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.