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 Angola and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.