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 Chile and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Ronan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
Erasure,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.