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 Congo and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Pere Ubu to the crunk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.