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 Turkey and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
ABC,
Model 500,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Liliput,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.