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 Burkina and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
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 sitar 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 Ultra Naté to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.