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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stooges to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.