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 Samoa and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Blake Baxter to the rap 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple 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?
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
Tim Buckley,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Index,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.