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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Toni Rubio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.