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 Colombia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Skaos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Piero Umiliani,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.