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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thompson Twins to the rock 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
June of 44,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
Ossler,
the Slits,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.