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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Monochrome Set to the punk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
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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.