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 Syria and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
a-ha,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Pagans,
Symarip,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.