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 Angola and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Das Ding to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.