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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian 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?
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
DNA,
Brick,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
June Days,
EPMD,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
The Moleskins,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.