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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Sonic Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
Intrusion,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.