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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 The Residents to the jazz 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.