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 Iran and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.