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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gong to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
UT,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
New Order,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siglo XX,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.