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 Greece and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sam Rivers to the grime 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
Parry Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.