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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.