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 Italy and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Magma,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.