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 Slovenia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Ice-T to the grunge 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
MDC,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.