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 United States and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Cluster,
The Cure,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.