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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 B.T. Express to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.