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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.