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 Belize and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Litter 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Visage,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
ABC,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.