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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.