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 Colombia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chrome to the techno 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.