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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
Blossom Toes,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
Flash Fearless,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.