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 South Sudan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lungfish to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
The Seeds,
Q65,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.