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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong 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?
Suicide,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.