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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Byron Stingily to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
Skarface,
Porter Ricks,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
UT,
JFA,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.