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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
Japan,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Q65,
The Count Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.