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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Wasted Youth to the techno 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
UT,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.