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 Bhutan and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 The Beau Brummels to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
The Index,
Hashim,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.