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 Armenia and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
Crime,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
The Happenings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.