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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.