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-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Fear,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
Index,
The Smoke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.