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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Jawbox,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
10cc,
Can,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.