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 Hungary and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.