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 Estonia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rap 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Television,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.