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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
Monks,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.