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 Somalia and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fatback Band to the dance 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
This Heat,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.