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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.