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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
The Move,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
Q65,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.