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 Nauru 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.