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 Honduras and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Q65 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
The Doors,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
The Trojans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
Mars,
Make Up,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.