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 India and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Count Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.