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 Greece and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Pagans,
cv313,
The Doors,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
David McCallum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.