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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
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 Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
EPMD,
the Association,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.