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 Haiti and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Grauzone to the grunge 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Q65,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.