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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
The Slackers,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doors,
Rakim,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.