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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Agitation Free to the funk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s.
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 Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Kas Product,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
The Monks,
the Slits,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.