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 Halifax.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oneida to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
X-102,
Wings,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.