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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sixth Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
The Evens,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.