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 New Zealand and from New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can to the rock 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt 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?
Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.