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 Russia and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
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 snare 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
ABC,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.