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 Togo and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gian Franco Pienzio 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
The Evens,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.