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 Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Teasers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.