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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Nico to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
a-ha,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.