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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
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 linndrum 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 The Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
Franke,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.