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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.