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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The American Breed 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
The Move,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
Television,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Pole,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.