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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Goldenarms 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
Skarface,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smoke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
ABBA,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.