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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 The Evens to the rock 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
Faust,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.