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 Burundi and from New York.
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 Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.