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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cymande to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
Nas,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
The Cure,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.