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 Comoros and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Radio Birdman 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.