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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Rekid to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
Ludus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
Babytalk,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.