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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.