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 Algeria and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Moleskins to the dance 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Goldenarms,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.