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 Tonga and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Birthday Party to the disco 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Shuggie Otis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.