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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Moss Icon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
Joey Negro,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.