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 Mexico and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Newcleus to the grime 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.