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 Cambodia and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Organ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.