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 Australia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Wire to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Reuben Wilson,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
Drexciya,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.