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 Gabon and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Gichy Dan to the rap 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.