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 South Africa and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
Television,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.