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 Honduras and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
Lyres,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.