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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
The Names,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.