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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Skarface to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
Motorama,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.