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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
Japan,
Nirvana,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
The Human League,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
The J.B.'s,
Animal Collective,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.