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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fela Kuti 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
The Human League,
Kayak,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
ABC,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.