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 Andorra 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eddi Front to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Swans,
Pole,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.