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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Judy Mowatt to the rap 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Technova,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.