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 Panama and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 cv313 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
Japan,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
Heaven 17,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
Peter & Gordon,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.