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 Uzbekistan and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Chris & Cosey to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.