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 Malaysia 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Mars,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
The Names,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.