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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.