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 Belarus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
The Index,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.