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 Mauritania 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
Ludus,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.