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 Nigeria 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Scott Walker to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
the Swans,
JFA,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
Jawbox,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.