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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quando Quango to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
Scion,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Smog,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
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.