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 United States and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Barrington Levy to the funk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
The Techniques,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.