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 Korea South 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 The Smoke to the dance 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Smog,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.