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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
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 Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Josef K to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Names,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
LL Cool J,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.