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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bronski Beat,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
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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.