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 Latvia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.