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 St Lucia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 The Dirtbombs to the electroclash 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.