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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.