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 Chad and from Beijing.
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 Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the punk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.