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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Franke to the dance 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.