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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hot Snakes 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.