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 Norway and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
Nas,
Smog,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
Bluetip,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q65,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
Nico,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.