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 Cameroon and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
Nirvana,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.