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 Saudi Arabia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pulsallama to the dance 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
CMW,
The Offenders,
Crime,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
Slave,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.