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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
The Selecter,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.