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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Organ,
Roxette,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.