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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skatalites to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Move,
Radiohead,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.