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 Ukraine and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
Television,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
CMW,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.