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 Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rosa Yemen 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Scientists,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.