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 Samoa and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Drexciya to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
Brick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
John Holt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Colin Newman,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.