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 Argentina and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Easy Going to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fall,
Magma,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.