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 Qatar and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tears for Fears to the grime 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.