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 Ireland and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.