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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bluetip to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.