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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Parry Music to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
the Association,
Faust,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
Chrome,
the Human League,
Qualms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.