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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.