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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Bluetip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.