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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Basic Channel to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.