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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.