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 Kenya and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Jacques Brel to the punk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.