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 Singapore and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Jeff Mills to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
The Evens,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
Interpol,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.