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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Smog,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.