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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Technova to the punk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Excepter,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Black Pus,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.