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 Micronesia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.