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 Haiti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ice-T to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
MDC,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.