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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
Technova,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
KRS-One,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.