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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Radio Birdman to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput,
Model 500,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
Skaos,
Franke,
The Happenings,
the Germs,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.