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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grass Roots to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
Monks,
Hoover,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
Aswad,
Visage,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
cv313,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.