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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Marine Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.