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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Mantronix to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts 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?
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.