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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.