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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Peter & Gordon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
The Move,
Derrick May,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.