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 Haiti and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Urselle to the punk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
The Wake,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Hashim,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
Judy Mowatt,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.