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 Iceland and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Sparks to the funk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
Monks,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
Magazine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Index,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
Qualms,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.