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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 The Sonics to the rap 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
Bill Wells,
June Days,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.