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 Cambodia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the funk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q65,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.