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 Cuba and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 The Red Krayola to the disco 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.