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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Ituana to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.