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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Goldenarms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aaron Thompson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.