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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Bang On A Can to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Gong,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.