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 Congo and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 The Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brick,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.