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 Oman and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hashim to the rock 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.