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 Liberia and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 The United States of America to the grunge 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Nico,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
T. Rex,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.