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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.