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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Basic Channel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.