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 Comoros and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bar-Kays to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
Main Source,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.