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 Panama and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 The Golliwogs to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
Q65,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
Crime,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Nils Olav,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.