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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.