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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Josef K,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.