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 Paraguay and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.