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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
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 Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
Television,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.