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 Israel and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Groovy Waters to the punk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
Soulsonic Force,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
Yaz,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
The Wake,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.