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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.