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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 kango's stein massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
Nico,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
Zapp,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.