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 Nepal and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alison Limerick to the electroclash 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.