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 Brunei and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.