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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rekid to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
AZ,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.