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 Kenya 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 EPMD to the funk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Sandy B,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.