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 Iceland 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Max Romeo to the grunge 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Interpol,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
Can,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
Janne Schatter,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.