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 Sri Lanka 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
Ronan,
The Litter,
AZ,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.