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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buckinghams to the grime 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.