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 Togo and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Interpol to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.