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 Austria and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Yazoo to the disco 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Can,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
The Gun Club,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.