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 Monaco and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
Ituana,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.