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 Tonga and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stooges to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
Little Man,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
Accadde A,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.