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 Fiji and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.