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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Davy DMX to the jazz 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Cluster,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.