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 Ecuador and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sister Nancy to the rap 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.