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 Colombia and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Steve Hackett to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.