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 Malta and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 New York Dolls to the dance 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.