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 Brazil and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Siglo XX to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
This Heat,
Babytalk,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.