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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Girls At Our Best! to the jazz 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Brick,
The New Christs,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
Erasure,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.