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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Quadrant to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.