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 Slovakia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
The Associates,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
The Mummies,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.