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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Minor Threat to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
Godley & Creme,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.