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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.