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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 David Bowie 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 Slick Rick to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
Erasure,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.