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 Peru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Ituana,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.