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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
X-102,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.