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 Swaziland 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 techno 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.