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 Belgium and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Angry Samoans 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smiths,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.