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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kaleidoscope to the rock 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.