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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Lou Reed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Faust,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.