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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.