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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
The Music Machine,
Rekid,
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Television,
MC5,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.