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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
The Gories,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.