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 Benin and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Organ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
Royal Trux,
The Remains,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Symarip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.