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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Yellowson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.