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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Don Cherry to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.