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 Yemen and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
cv313,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.