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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Cluster,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.