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 Bahamas and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gladiators to the jazz 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.