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 Haiti and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
MDC,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.