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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.