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 Armenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Busters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
Dennis Brown,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
The Stooges,
The Gap Band,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.