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 South Africa and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.