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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Martian to the grunge 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.