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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Donald Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.