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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thompson Twins to the techno 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Whodini,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.