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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
Monks,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
Lakeside,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
AZ,
The Toasters,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.