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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
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 organ 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.