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 Portugal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The Music Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Au Pairs,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
Spoonie Gee,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.