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 Brunei and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Talk Talk to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kas Product,
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
The Fall,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.