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 Niger and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 H. Thieme to the funk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.