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 Poland and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Negative Approach to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Television,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.