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 Algeria and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Star Department to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.