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 Iraq and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Qualms to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Japan,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.