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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Royal Trux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.