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 Kenya and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
the Swans,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.