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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Skarface to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.