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 Norway and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ohio Players 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.