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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.