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 Fiji and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Gap Band to the electroclash 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
Can,
The Martian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.