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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.