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 Poland and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.