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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.