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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Blake Baxter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Pylon,
Schoolly D,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
Rakim,
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
Main Source,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.