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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
The Names,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.