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 Latvia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Near 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
Faust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.