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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Byron Stingily to the rap 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Bluetip,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
Darondo,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
Drexciya,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.