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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
Camouflage,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
the Association,
Model 500,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
The Evens,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.