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 Slovenia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.