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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Livin' Joy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
Moss Icon,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.