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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.