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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.