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 Korea North and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Gang of Four to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Dark Day,
Monks,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
U.S. Maple,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
CMW,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.