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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mummies to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.