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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Basic Channel to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.