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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Main Source to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.