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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.