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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fat Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Q65,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
Josef K,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.