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 Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Scan 7 to the dance 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
Monks,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.