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 Taiwan and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monolake to the disco 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.