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 Poland and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
Soul II Soul,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
The Index,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.