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 Djibouti and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 This Heat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
UT,
Mars,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
The Smiths,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
Hashim,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.