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 Qatar and from Salvador.
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 Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hashim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
The New Christs,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.