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 Sweden and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Don Cherry to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
Deakin,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
The Evens,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.