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 Chile and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Moebius,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
Sandy B,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
X-101,
Index,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.