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 Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.