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 Togo and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.