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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Slick Rick to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
UT,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
John Foxx,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.