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 Grenada and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Blackbyrds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys 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 techno 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Gang Green,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.