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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.