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 Libya and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.