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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.