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 Zambia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.