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 Mexico and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
cv313,
Zapp,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.