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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Y Pants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
Skaos,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.