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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
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 Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lou Christie to the grime 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barbara Tucker,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.