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 Suriname and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
Can,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
Model 500,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.