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 China and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
Kayak,
Ituana,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.