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 Benin and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
X-101,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
Q65,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
UT,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.