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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
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 Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Five Americans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Pole,
K-Klass,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.