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 Singapore and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moebius to the rap 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.