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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Nas,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
Ultravox,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
Skriet,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.