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 Colombia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.