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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Boogie Down Productions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers 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?
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
Darondo,
Make Up,
Ituana,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.