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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Soft Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
Ice-T,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Slave,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.