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 Malta and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Red Krayola to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
June Days,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.