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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Urselle to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
Organ,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
Wire,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
Television,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.