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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Agent Orange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.