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 Iran and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 One Last Wish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.