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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Vogues to the grime 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.