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 Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Arcadia,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Hoover,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.