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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 The Doobie Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.