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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Hasil Adkins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
Mars,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
Lyres,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.