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 Belarus and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
Wire,
The Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
Can,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.