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 Belize and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Aswad to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
Suicide,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.