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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Jacques Brel to the rock 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
Quadrant,
Swans,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
MC5,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.