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 Kuwait and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
X-101,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.