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 Georgia and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 AZ to the funk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
PIL,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.