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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stetsasonic to the punk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.