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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Wasted Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.