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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Gang Starr to the disco 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
Neu!,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
Can,
Moebius,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.