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 Algeria and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.