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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Remains to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.