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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 John Holt to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
Cameo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.