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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
Liliput,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.