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 Russia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight 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?
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.