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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead Boys to the rap 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
The Standells,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scion,
Sparks,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.