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 Palau and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Pagans,
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.