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 Benin and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Black Sheep to the grime 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.