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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.