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 Namibia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
MC5,
Yaz,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
Hashim,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
La Düsseldorf,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.