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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Jeff Mills to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
Television,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
Slave,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Nico,
JFA,
Make Up,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.