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 Samoa and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.