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 Georgia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pole to the rap 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Tim Buckley,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
Nico,
Q65,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
Amazonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.