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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Faraquet to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
Mr. Review,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Moby Grape,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Echospace,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
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.