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 Djibouti 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
DNA,
Japan,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.