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 North and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
The Fugs,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.