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 Chad and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
JFA,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.