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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Godley & Creme 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
The Cure,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.