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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Starr to the crunk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.