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 Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the dance 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Slave,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
X-Ray Spex,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.