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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Lower 48,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
The Remains,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.