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 Botswana 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
Franke,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.