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 Liberia and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
EPMD,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.