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 Chile and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 The Leaves to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.