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 Bolivia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Au Pairs to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
Surgeon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
Smog,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.