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 Angola and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 F. McDonald to the funk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Niagra,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
CMW,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.