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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mandrill to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
Nico,
Urselle,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.