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 Uganda and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Sam Rivers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
China Crisis,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.