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 Singapore and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Tears for Fears to the rock 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
The Black Dice,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
Organ,
The Motions,
Skarface,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Fluxion,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
Motorama,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.