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 Qatar and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
Black Flag,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.