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 Kenya and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Lower 48 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
UT,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.