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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Kayak,
Warsaw,
Visage,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
The Invisible,
DNA,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.