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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Young Rascals to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.