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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
Nico,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.