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 Congo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Joey Negro to the rock 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine 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?
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
Franke,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.