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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rekid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ituana,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Slave,
KRS-One,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.