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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Scan 7,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.