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 Netherlands and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.