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 Malta and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
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 organ 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 ABBA to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
the Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.