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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pantytec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Liliput,
CMW,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
Ornette Coleman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.