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 Romania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
Liliput,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.