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 Nepal and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.