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 Angola and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Shuggie Otis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.