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 Grenada and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Monks,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masters at Work,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
Index,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.