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 Japan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
Rites of Spring,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.