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 India and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oneida to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Warren Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Echospace,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
Nico,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.