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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 CMW to the dance 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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
a-ha,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.