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 Laos and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Icehouse to the disco 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
Ituana,
Hashim,
The Martian,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.