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 Montenegro 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grime 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
cv313,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.