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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Red Krayola to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
Angry Samoans,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
Y Pants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
Second Layer,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.