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 Austria and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Schoolly D to the jazz 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.