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 San Marino and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Juan Atkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.