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 Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
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 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.