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 Poland and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Charles Mingus,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.