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 Lithuania 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hashim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.