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 Congo and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Heaven 17 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.