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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
Boredoms,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
the Germs,
Technova,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.