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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.