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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
DNA,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
New Order,
Franke,
Cameo,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.