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 Afghanistan 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Ultravox to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Tres Demented,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.