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 San Marino and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiohead to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
John Holt,
Cymande,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.