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 Cuba and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Nico,
The Busters,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.