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 Germany and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 A Certain Ratio to the dance 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
X-102,
Zapp,
Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.