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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mad Mike,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.