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 Macedonia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Slick Rick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.