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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Skarface to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Pagans,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
The Wake,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.