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 Jordan and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
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 guitar 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 Soul II Soul to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
MDC,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
X-101,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.