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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Erykah Badu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.