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 Grenada and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ 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 Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.