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 Comoros and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Skriet,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.