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 South Sudan and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 The Dead C to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.