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 Thailand and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flash Fearless to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Q65,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster,
Ronan,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.