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 Denmark and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Accadde A to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.