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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Inner City,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.