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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
Faust,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.