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 Brunei and from Taipei.
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 Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 the Association to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Nas,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.