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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gong to the grime 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.