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 Tuvalu and from New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Au Pairs to the jazz 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
Little Man,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.