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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the dance 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
Lakeside,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.