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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Scott Walker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.