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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 U.S. Maple to the techno 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.