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 Dominican Republic and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Deadbeat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
MDC,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
The Saints,
Scion,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.