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 Liberia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deakin to the punk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
Organ,
The Martian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.