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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Man Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Can,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.