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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brick to the funk 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.