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 Mauritius and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Visage to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
Underground Resistance,
Hot Snakes,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monks,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.