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 Spain 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.