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 Nepal and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.