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 Barbados and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
Slave,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Japan,
10cc,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.