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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hardrive to the funk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.