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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.