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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 F. McDonald to the techno 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
MC5,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.