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 Dominica and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.