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 Cambodia 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Ronan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Tommy Roe,
Shoche,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
Audionom,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Delta 5,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.