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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
JFA,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.