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 Japan and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Evens to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.