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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Interpol to the disco 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
the Germs,
UT,
Scrapy,
Wings,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Terry Callier,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
DNA,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.