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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Joyce Sims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.