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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.