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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Tubeway Army to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
Faust,
Monks,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.