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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Au Pairs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
Faust,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Motions,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.