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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Second Layer to the grime 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
Wire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.