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 Kenya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
The Neon Judgement,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.