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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Victims to the techno 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
Pole,
Smog,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.