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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiohead to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Slave,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.