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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
Nico,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.