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 Singapore 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Prince Buster to the techno 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.