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 United States and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Mills,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.