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 Denmark and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.