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 Slovenia and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
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 synthesizer 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 The American Breed to the grime 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.