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 Syria and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
Swans,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.