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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Juan Atkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
MC5,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.