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 Samoa and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Procol Harum 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.