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 Ghana and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
Wire,
Jandek,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
Franke,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.