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 Malawi and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Grey Daturas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
Television,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.