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 Maldives and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Trumans Water to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini 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?
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.