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 Fiji and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
the Human League,
Niagra,
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Pagans,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.