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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
Franke,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Inner City,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
CMW,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.