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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Monks,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
UT,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.