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 Norway and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 K-Klass to the jazz 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
Josef K,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.