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 Israel and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Excepter to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
10cc,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
X-101,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.