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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Clear Light,
Josef K,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.