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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Porter Ricks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.