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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Hashim to the electroclash 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tubeway Army,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
Japan,
The Raincoats,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
The Move,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.