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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Surgeon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.