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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.