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 Malta and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
10cc,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.