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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Derrick May to the dance 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.