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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Blackbyrds to the crunk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Smog,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.