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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.