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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The New Christs to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.