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 Mexico and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
Franke,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.