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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Sixth Finger to the disco 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
a-ha,
Adolescents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.