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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Little Man,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
10cc,
Shoche,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ludus,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.