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 Congo and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June of 44 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
Q65,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.