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 Uganda and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Bar-Kays to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
Technova,
Slave,
Outsiders,
cv313,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.