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 Switzerland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
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 rhodes 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 cv313 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
Zapp,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.