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 Denmark and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New York Dolls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.