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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Q65,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.