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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Black Pus to the electroclash 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
Brick,
the Human League,
Chrome,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
MC5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.