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 Micronesia and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grunge 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
Can,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.