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 United States and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
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 linndrum 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 Royal Trux to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
EPMD,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.