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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Kas Product to the techno 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
Brick,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.