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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Dennis Brown to the disco 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.