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 Botswana 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
Scientists,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.