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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Prince Buster to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
Visage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.