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 Belize and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Can 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.