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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
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 Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
Hoover,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.