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 Korea North and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fad Gadget 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
The Zeros,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.