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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nils Olav to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
Gong,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.