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 Barbados 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Pantaleimon,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.