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 Guinea 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Carl Craig to the techno 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
UT,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
Q65,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.