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 Norway and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Toni Rubio to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
Index,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.