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 Senegal and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
Audionom,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.