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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.