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 Liechtenstein and from New York.
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 Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
Television,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.