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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Dawn Penn to the grime 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
the Normal,
Skaos,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.