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 Chad and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.