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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.