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 Latvia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Rekid to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
The Index,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.