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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boredoms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.