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 Thailand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deepchord to the rock 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
AZ,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.