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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cymande to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
The Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
JFA,
Quantec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
The Gories,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.