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 Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sparks to the crunk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
The Victims,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
Motorama,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.