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 Sudan and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.