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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.