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 Italy and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Slits to the rap 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Hoover,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
Shoche,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.