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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Names to the disco 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
PIL,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
Connie Case,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.