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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Hashim to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.