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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Make Up to the rock 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Gong,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.