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 Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Germs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.