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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
The Slackers,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.