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 South Sudan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rap 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Crime,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.