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 Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Junior Murvin to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.