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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Slave to the jazz 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.