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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 The Stooges to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
Television,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.