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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pet Shop Boys 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
The Busters,
Accadde A,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Qualms,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.