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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Surgeon to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Television,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
Nas,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.