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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Babytalk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
Symarip,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
Q65,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.