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 Malta and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 H. Thieme to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sound,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.