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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Von Mondo to the funk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
Albert Ayler,
Jandek,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.