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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scion to the disco 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.