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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Altered Images to the funk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
Yaz,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
CMW,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.