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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.