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 Spain and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Bill Near to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Blossom Toes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
Hardrive,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
Rakim,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Ituana,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.