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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
Scion,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.