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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Black Sheep to the disco 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Aswad,
Liliput,
Organ,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.