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 Angola and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
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 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 David Bowie 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 United States of America to the disco 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
Nico,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.