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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Brand Nubian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
X-102,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.