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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Scratch Acid to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q65,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.