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 Syria and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thompson Twins 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
Unwound,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
Quantec,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.