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 Korea South and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Whodini to the grunge 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Smog,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
The Move,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
Faraquet,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
Urselle,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.