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 Haiti and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Michelle Simonal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
D'Angelo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.