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 Croatia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
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 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 Metal Thangz to the techno 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Organ,
Faust,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
Swell Maps,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
cv313,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Icehouse,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.