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 Spain and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Max Romeo 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
The Residents,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.