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 Malawi and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Blackbyrds to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
X-102,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.