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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
Echospace,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.