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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Fear to the electroclash 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
X-102,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.