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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Motions,
Bluetip,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.