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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.