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 Australia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Funky Four + One to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.