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 Angola and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Knickerbockers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
Unwound,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.