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 Uganda and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hoover to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
LL Cool J,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Q65,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
The Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.