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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 the Swans to the dance 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.