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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
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 güiro 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 The Young Rascals to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.