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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Davy DMX to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Association,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
MC5,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.