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 Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 48th St. Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.