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 Monaco and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
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 Wally Richardson to the punk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
Monks,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.