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 Albania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Deepchord to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
Neu!,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.