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 Nigeria and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fluxion to the punk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Television,
One Last Wish,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.