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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Cameo to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Buzzcocks,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.