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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
David Axelrod,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.