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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Roger Hodgson to the funk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.