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 Malta and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Tears for Fears to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Dark Day,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
The Vogues,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.