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 Uganda and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mad Mike to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.