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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
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 theremin 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 Yazoo to the jazz 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Slave,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
Scion,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.