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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Josef K to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
The Saints,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.