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 Singapore and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.