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 the UAE and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Faust,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.