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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.