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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.