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 Malta and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.