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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Martian to the funk 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.