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 Barbados and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 One Last Wish to the jazz 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.