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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Lakeside to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.