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 Nepal and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Velvet Underground to the jazz 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Au Pairs,
Ice-T,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.