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 East Timor 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Rekid,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
The Remains,
The American Breed,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
the Germs,
John Cale,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.