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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Mark Hollis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
The J.B.'s,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
The Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.