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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
Accadde A,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.