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 United States and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.